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The Boys Who Knew Too Much

by Apollo Moriarty

Chapter Nine

The sun was shining in his bedroom window. That was not a good sign because he lived on the west side of the building. If the sun were shining in his window, it was afternoon. He groaned and rolled over. 1:07 pm on the alarm clock. Fuck. He couldn't even remember what time he had come home that morning, though it had to have been after three. Double fuck.

He struggled to sit up. He wasn't hungover, just sleepy. And, then he remembered. Thad. Zack. Randy and Mikey. The sexually ravenous redheaded fifteen year-old. And, then, man after man after man. None of them had fucked Josh. Not one. He had simply gotten on his knees and worshiped them. His jaw was sore. How many cocks had he sucked? He felt... dirty.

He kicked the sheets off the bed and sat up. His jeans lay crumpled on the floor, his Nokia still attached to the belt. Fuck. He had turned it off. He never did that. Thad and Zack. That was why.

He felt the need to cry. Zack. Thad. Was he jealous? If so, of whom? The man he had loved since he was seven? The boy he had loved since... 2:45 the previous afternoon? God, he was such a pathetic basket case. No. He was worse. He had given Angelica his word he would look out for Zack, that he would protect him, that La Famille was a good environment for him. And what had he done less than four hours after making that promise?

With a groan, he forced himself to stand, his swollen cock arcing out from his red pubic hair as he stumbled across the bedroom, leaned over and picked up the mobile phone. He staggered to the bathroom as he waited for the phone to boot up. As he pissed in the toilet, his frowned. Eight missed calls—all from Marcel. Five messages. Fuck. What happened?

He listened to the first three. Marcel was worried, nothing specific. Nothing to lose sleep over. Message four, that one was disturbing. “Joshua, I don't know what is happening. Thad is abusing Zack dreadfully in the bedroom. They're using meth anally and I am terrified for the boy. And, I'm terrified for you. Please, dear God, please Josh. Don't do something stupid. Please call me. Please.”

Josh's heart went cold. He flushed the toilet and sat down on it as he listened to the final message. “Josh, if you don't call back in the next few minutes, I'm calling your building's security to have them check on you. Please call me! Please!”

He punched Marcel's speed-dial number.

“Josh! Dear God! Are you all right?” Marcel cried when he answered.

“Yes, I'm fine! I'm sorry. I just turned my phone off last night,” he replied. “I needed to escape. I went to the park. I just... I needed to escape last night.”

“I know. I was so worried you would do something... well, you know.”

“What's going on with Thad and Zack? They were doing bumps last night?”

“Joshua,” Marcel exclaimed, “I've never seen Thad like that. He's never treated a boy that way. He was... ravenous with him. Thad doesn't do meth. He knows the dangers. And, to introduce a ten-year-old to it and to do it anally? I can't... I'm horrified!”

“Where are they now?”

“Still in his room. Asleep. I'm looking at the monitor right now.”

Josh sighed and said, “All right. I need to come over and get Zack out of there. I promised his mother I would take care of him. I've done a fucking shitty job of doing so.”

“Joshy, no one can stand up to Thad.”

Josh swallowed and said, “Well, I have to. Let me shower and dress and I'll be over there.”

“Hurry, Joshy. I'm scared.”

Josh didn't blame him. This was not like Thad. He was dominant over everyone around him, but he had never done anything like this. Using meth on a ten-year-old. A sweet boy like Zack. What the fuck was he thinking?

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Thad was standing before the window of his bedroom. He was looking south, over Midtown and some of the most expensive real estate in the world. The MetLife Tower, the Chrysler Building, Citicorp Center. The most prestigious addresses in New York, in the world, outside his window. His cock was limp. Normally this would arouse him. He would feel powerful and successful, confident and commanding. Not today. Now, he felt disgusted with himself. He felt weak and pathetic. What was he thinking last night? How had he given in to such base and demeaning behavior? How could he have humiliated himself that way?

There was also Zack to consider, he reminded himself. How stupid he had been, giving a boy with an already addictive personality one of the most addictive substances imaginable in one of the most exciting of circumstances. Shit. What was he going to do?

He looked over at the bed. Zack was passed out. When had the kid finally lost consciousness? Five? Six? He'd be asleep for the rest of the day. Fuck. Maybe Josh could come over and take him back to his place. Still, the kid was hot. That had been the hottest fuck he'd ever had.

His cock began to swell slightly as he stared at the unconscious boy. Zack lay on his side, his back to the window, facing Thad's side of the bed. His silky black hair was matted over his forehead, his red lips parted, a little drool escaping onto the sheets soiled with anal fluids and blood. Fuck, that had been hot. He had taken the boy. Ruthlessly, without pity, selfishly satisfying his needs with a boy who lived to be used. God damn that had been hot. Zack was everything Thad had wanted Josh to be. Zack lived to be fucked. He lived to be used. And Thad had used him.

His desire turned to disgust. Without dressing, his cock swollen and arcing outward, he walked to the bedroom door and out into the hallway.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Williams. I will be happy to take care of that,” he heard Marcel saying. “Seven-thirty at the Waldorf. Of course. Thank you, sir.”

He walked into the living room and found Marcel sitting before the three computers in the corner... and Josh sitting on the couch. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen until four. Shit.

“How is Zack?” Josh asked as he rose from the couch, contempt in his voice.

“He's fine. Quite satisfied, I'm sure. I fulfilled every fantasy he's ever had last night. He's... asleep. You can take him home now.”

“Now that you've used him?” Josh responded with disgust.

“I gave him exactly what he wanted,” Thad replied coldly. “And I won't be judged by a weak and pathetic loser like you, Josh. Zack is everything you could be. He's totally uninhibited. He knows what he wants and he isn't ashamed to get it. He loves what I did to him. He's the best fuck I've ever had.”

Josh said nothing. He simply stared at Thad, who stared back... until he turned away and looked down.

“You're not that heartless, Thad,” Josh said. “I know you. Yes, you're a user, but... you loved me. Yes, you used me, but at least I could always comfort myself with the knowledge that at least you loved me. Do you love Zack?”

Thad took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Fuck. I don't know. I don't know anything. I love him. I can't stand the sight of him right now. I don't know what's going on in my head.”

He sat down in a chair near the computers and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Thad, you were playing with fire with Zack,” Josh said. “He's already a sex addict. Add meth to that and you could be doing something fatal.”

“I know, but... my God, it was so good... Jesus, Joshy. I've never experienced anything like that. I wasn't expecting all that to happen. I always carry my stash with me because I never know when one of my escorts might need something for a call and when I met Zack yesterday and looked into his eyes when he was standing there in the doorway, I... I saw the need, the hunger... that kid is hungry to be used and dominated. He wants it. I just... Fuck.”

Thad looked down at the floor, shaking his head.

Josh took a deep breath and said, “I think you and Zack need to stay away from each other for a while. I think I need to stay away from you for a while. You're dangerous, Thad. You've been a danger to me. You're a danger to Zack. Leave him alone. I'll take care of him.”

“No!” Thad declared as he suddenly stood. “I run La Famille. I'm your boss, Josh. I call the shots here. I will have access to Zack whenever I need him.”

“No, you will not,” Marcel said as he turned away from the computers and stood. “I own La Famille and I say you will leave that boy alone. We don't know what the consequences are of what happened last night, Thad. We don't know what happened in his head. We won't be using the boy until I'm sure it's safe for him.”

“Marcel, I've built this service. Me!”

“With my help. You've been great, Thad, but you aren't infallible. You know you need to step back, take a breath, and dispassionately look at the situation.”

“No!”

Marcel stepped forward and softly said, “Thad, you've been all over the map with your feelings about Zack since you came in here. First, you wanted him out of here. Now, you're claiming he's your property. Thad, you don't know what's in your head, let alone what's in his. Step back for a bit. Let Josh take the boy home and take care of him. Joshy, I'll call Eric Wyndham and cancel tomorrow. Take an extra day to evaluate Zack before we decide whether to send him with you to Gordon's this weekend.”

“Don't cancel Eric just yet. Let me get him home and see what's going on,” Josh said. “He may be all right for a nice, social call and maybe a little playful fun, nothing too intense.”

“All right,” Marcel said. “Go get him. Thad, you and I seriously need to talk.”

Thad's face wavered between defiance and contrition, back and forth, before he turned toward the computers and said, “I need to check everything out.”

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Zack was floating. He felt naked bodies all around him, erect cocks, hard man-cocks. He was feeling them, sucking them, getting fucked by them. They were everywhere. His daddy, Josh, and especially Thad. Cocks...

Someone was gently stroking his arm, whispering, “Zacky, sweetie, time to wake up, honey.”

“Mmmm noooo. My butt hurts,” he whimpered, refusing to open his eyes.

“I know, sweetie. I'll take care of that. I'll make it feel better.”

“Mmm. Thad. Where's Thad?”

“He's in the living room. It's me, Zacky. Josh. Now, wake-up, Sweetie.”

“Nnnoooo. I want to sleep. Go away. I want Thad. Where's Thad?”

“He's not here. I've run a nice, warm bubble-bath, Zacky. Now, let me carry you in there.”

“No!” the boy whined loudly. “I want Thad! He's loves me!”

“Thad's busy,” Josh replied firmly. “Now come on.”

Zack rolled over onto his back and Josh gasped at the sight of the naked boy and his rigid boyish erection. How could he be hard after everything he had experienced the previous evening?

“Where's Thad?” Zack asked as he opened his eyes. “I want Thad.”

“He's working, sweetie. Now, let me lift you up and carry you into the bathroom. Okay?”

“No! I want Thad!”

Josh took a deep breath and then began to gently fondle Zack's erection. The boy moaned and thrust his hips upward. As Josh continued to stroke and play with the boy's boner, he whispered, “I'll take you to the warm bubble bath and we'll take care of your butt and clean you off and make you feel good and then I'll take you home...”

“No! I can't leave! Thad loves me and I love Thad! I want to stay here! I need Thad!”

Zack seemed on the verge of panic when he suddenly smiled with joy and threw his arms open, crying, “Thad!”

Josh looked coldly back over his shoulders at the naked man in the doorway. Thad took a deep breath and nodded, responding only, “Zacky.”

“Come on, Thad! Let's do it some more! I want another bump!”

Josh closed his eyes and released Zack's penis. Instead he caressed his forehead and brushed his hair away. Thad shook his head and said, “I can't, Zacky. I've got things to do. You go with Josh, okay? We'll take a break and then maybe we can have some fun in a few days.”

“In a few days?” Zack asked in shock. “But, I love you! I love you, Thad! You love me! Come on! Let's bump and you can fuck me all day and all night! Come on, Thad! I love you!”

Thad took a deep breath and snapped, “Zack! Cut it out! You have to go back with Josh, now. All right? Deal with it!”

He turned and disappeared. Josh pressed his lips tightly together and sighed. “Come on, Sweetie,” he whispered as he slipped his hands under the boy. Zack went limp, doing nothing to help, though his eyes became moist.”

“He hates me,” Zack muttered softly, “just like you hate me. I went too crazy last night. I always go too crazy. I'm a sex maniac. I'm sick.”

“Sweetie, you are not sick,” Josh said reassuringly as he carried the boy into the bathroom. “You're a sweet, beautiful boy and I love you. You're just the latest in Thad's long line of conquests. Believe me, I know what you're going through.”

He lowered the boy into the warm, bubbly water and Zack moaned softly before he said, “Thad loves me. He said so a million times. He fucked me a million times. He loves me. I know he does. Why was he so mean just then?”

“Because this is what Thad does,” Josh said as he gently caressed the boy's smooth skin. He dropped a wash rag into the water and then gently spread Zack's legs to caress his thighs and butt with the cloth. “This always happens when he brings a new recruit into the service. It doesn't matter how old they are. He dates them. He fucks them. He moves on. With me, he always came back, but I was different.”

“He told me I was the boy he wished you could be,” Zack replied with a bite. “He said you're too inibi... indipebited, indi-something.”

“Inhibited.”

“Yeah, that's it. You're too inhibited. He said I love sex and I'm proud of it and that its more fun to fuck me. He loves me and you're just jealous.”

Josh smiled and washed the boy.

“No, Zacky, I just know Thad. I've seen this before.”

“You're lying!”

Zack turned his head away and Josh frowned as he ran his hands and the rag over the boy's body. After a moment, Zack softly said, “Do you really think he doesn't love me?”

“I know he doesn't, Sweetie. He just wants someone fun to have sex with and you are most definitely fun to have sex with, Zacky. He said you're the hottest fuck he's ever had, but Zacky, you were both fucked up on everything imaginable. If you hadn't had that ecstasy and G and the magic pizzelle and the pot and the meth, do you honestly think your sex with Thad would have seemed that good?”

Zack said nothing as he looked down the tub at the bubbles. His hard, little cock poked above the bubbles and bobbed. He sighed and then said, “He said he loved me.”

“I'm sure he said a lot of stuff,” Josh replied.

Zack looked up at Josh with confusion and distrust before he said, “And you were telling him last night that you loved him and then you were mad at him and then you were in love again and then you were mad at him. How do I know you aren't just mad at him now and then you'll be in love with him again later? Maybe Thad's the cool one and he really does love me and you're the one who doesn't know what's going on.”

Josh looked into the boy's eyes and sighed. Zack had a point. Josh was always going back and forth. The was the very basis of Randy's frustration with him. He had never been able to reconcile his love for Thad with his resentment over what Thad had done and continued to do with him. He shook his head and sadly said, “Welcome to the real world, Zacky. Sometimes, love is confusing. It's hard to tell when someone really loves you and when they are just using you. Even Thad might not know which is which. All I know, sweetie, is that sometimes, it seems like Thad is the most wonderful man in the world, and then sometimes it seems like he is a jerk who just wants people to satisfy his desires for sex and control. It's confusing, I know. You're not a game-player, Zacky. You're real. You're honest and so it's hard for you to see how someone could be a game-player, especially someone as sexy and handsome and nice as Thad. Yeah, I'd throw myself in front of a train for Thad sometimes. And, then other times, I see him for the manipulating prick he really is.”

He sighed heavily as Zack looked away.

“I just want you two to love me. I just want you to love me.”

“I do, sweetie,” Josh replied with feeling. “I do.”

“If Thad's a user, then how do I know you're not a user?”

Josh looked sadly into the boy's eyes and said, “I don't know, Little Dude. I guess you just have to watch me and see if I ever lie to you or use you. It's hard to see through some people. It's one of the toughest lessons we learn when we're growing up and some people never learn these lessons.”

Josh finished bathing the boy and dried him off. He was amazed to see Zack was still erect and he took the boy's little cock into his mouth for a moment before pulling off and kissing it. He applied ointment to the boy's anus and then took him into the bedroom and helped him put his shorts and shirt back on. As Zack slipped his sandals on, Josh stepped out of the room and walked down the hall. Thad was sitting, still naked before the computers as Marcel sat beside him.

“We're going to head back to my place now,” he announced.

Marcel looked up and asked, “Is he going to be all right?”

“Of course he is!” Thad snapped.

Josh silently nodded as Zack appeared beside him. The boy looked at Thad and the man sighed as he looked back at Zack with a blank face. Suddenly, Zack ran to him and threw his arms around him. Thad closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly. He brought his mouth to Zack's ear and softly whispered, so that neither Marcel nor Josh could hear, “I love you, Zacky. No matter what anyone says, I love you. We will get together again soon and we will have the most intense sex because I know what you need, Zacky. I know you. I know what's in your head. So, don't worry, Zacky. We'll be together again real soon and it's going to be so hot, so fucking hot, baby. Remember. We have this secret link, sweetie. You and me. Forever, Zacky.”

He inserted his tongue into Zack's ear and the boy moaned before Thad released him and sat up. He smiled at the boy and said, “Go with Joshy, okay?”

Zack nodded as he held his erection through the front of his shorts. However, he simply stood before Thad.

“Zacky,” Josh said quietly. “Come on, baby. Let's go.”

Zack was clearly reluctant to leave. Thad nodded and said, “Go.”

Zack sighed and whispered, “I love you.”

Thad nodded and smiled. “I know.”

With tears in his eyes, Zack turned and slowly walked to the front door. Josh placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and looked over his shoulder as Thad said, “I'll call you tonight, Josh.”

Josh simply looked at him, turned, and guided Zack out the door.

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Josh was sitting on the couch of his living room, working his Powerbook, listening to 103.5 softly on the stereo as Lisa G sang “Ooh, Ah, Just a Little Bit” and softly moving his head to the beat. The lights of Manhattan were slowly coming up as the sky grew darker over Central Park to the west. He was naked, but his cock, extended, was flaccid and lay across his thigh. He was enjoying the peace and solitude as he typed on his laptop, and he sighed with irritation when Fur Elise sounded on the mobile phone lying on the coffee table. He was tempted not to even look at the screen, but he knew he had to. He was relieved, however, to see it was only Randy.

“Hey, sweetie,” he said quietly as he answered the call.

“Joshy, honey, are you okay?”

Sighing, he replied, “Yeah. I'm okay. Emotionally exhausted, physically wasted, but I'm okay. I'm just sitting here on the couch working on my book. Zacky's asleep in the bedroom.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No. You're a good friend, Randy. You told me what I needed to hear and I realized this afternoon that you're absolutely right. Thad's my drug of choice and I have to break myself of him. I have to or I'm going to die. I also have to stop Zacky before he gets in any deeper with him.”

“So, what happened with Zack and Thad, last night?”

Josh explained the wild night of meth-fueled sex the man and boy had experienced and the emotional aftermath when Josh had awakened the boy. “I took him for pizza on the way home and then lay with him in bed until he went back to sleep. He needs the rest. Thad really put him through the ringer last night.”

“So, is Zacky in love with the Great and Powerful Thad?”

“Of course, but I'm hoping to keep that from getting any worse than it is. I think Zack''s pretty smart for a ten-year-old. I think he can see through Thad if we can keep him from getting even more dazzled by him. It may be hard, though. I think the meth and sex last night might have left a pretty hard imprint on his little brain. Zacky's so sweet and it just kills me to think of him getting entrapped by Thad, especially if Thad's using meth to set the trap.”

“I didn't know Thad was a meth head.”

“He's not. Well, at least, he wasn't. I don't know if he decided to use this to ensnare Zacky or what caused last night. Thad's exactly the kind of ego-maniac, though, who could think he could manage meth without getting addicted. Unfortunately, with assholes like that, it takes a serious bottom to realize it—and I don't mean a sexual bottom like me. I mean he has to hit bottom and in his case, it might take losing everything for it to hit him. And, I'm terrified he'll take Zacky down with him.”

“God, the kid's ten! How in the hell can any sane human give meth to a ten-year-old?”

Josh sighed and replied, “We're talking Thad. He's always been supremely confident.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Well, try to keep them separated as much as possible. It'll be hard because Thad's in charge of scheduling and he's very hands-on with us. I may just have to tell Angelica that we can't do this, that we can't afford to expose Zacky to any more. La Famille has always been different from the other services. We've always taken care of our escorts, adults, teens, boys. We care for them. I just didn't expect this. I really didn't see this coming. I mean to this degree.”

“I'm just worried for you, Joshy. I don't want you to crack up or something. Thad's been your life since you were seven, girlfriend. I don't want to see you lose it.”

“I won't lose it. I won't let Thad get to me like that anymore and I hope I can keep him from getting to Zack like that now. I need to protect him.”

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked over to find Zack standing naked and, of course, hard in the entrance to the hallway. He was fondling his erection and listening to the conversation. Josh smiled at him and waved for him to come over and sit beside him on the couch. The boy giggled and ran over, jumped up beside him, and leaned over to cuddle.

“Randy, sweetie, I've got to go. I''ve got the cutest, hottest naked ten-year-old boy in New York cuddling up next to me now.”

“How sweet. I'll let you go. Don't get in trouble with him.”

“I won't. I'll call you tomorrow. I've got a call tomorrow night, though.”

“All right. Smoochies.”

“Back at ya.”

He placed the phone on the coffee table and moved his laptop to his side. Zack climbed up on his lap, facing him, with a seductive grin on his face.

“I'm awake now. Can we party?”

“Party how?” Josh asked suspiciously.

Zack giggled and replied, “You know. Do a little dance, make a little love, get down to tonight.”

“How the hell do you know KC and the Sunshine Band?”

Zack giggled and said, “They were Dad's favorite band when he was a kid. He was always playing disco music.”

Josh nodded and placed his hands lovingly on the side of Zack's face. “I think you need to take a break from partying. We'll be going to see Eric Wyndham tomorrow night and you need to be at a hundred percent. Okay?”

Zack sighed and looked down.

“I feel so... depressed and down. It's bad, Josh. I don't want to feel this way. I want to be happy.”

Josh nodded and said, “I know. You feel down tonight because the ecstasy and the meth last night used up all the dopamine your brain had produced and it takes it a while to build back up.”

“What's dopamine?”

“It's one of the things that makes you feel happy. When you take ecstasy or meth, it hits you all at once instead of gradually and you use it up and your brain can't keep up with the demand. That's why it's so dangerous to take meth. You get addicted to the intense high and you can't get it back again.”

Zack frowned and said, “Maybe we could do something else. Maybe we could smoke some pot or something. I just want to be happy, Josh. Please?”

He leaned forward, and as sexy as he could be, whined, “Please? We can have hot sex all night if you'll get me high. I can make you feel so good.”

Josh frowned and replied, “Boy, you learn fast how to manipulate. Thad's a good teacher.”

Zack smiled and said, “I love Thad. He's like God. I love him.”

Josh sighed and Zack said, “His dick is so fantastic! It's so thick and long and hard and it's got this cool foreskin and... God.”

His little erection was throbbing stiffly as Josh realized the boy was seeing Thad before him.

“What did Thad whisper to you before we left?”

“I can't tell you,” Zack replied softly. “It's a secret between me and him.”

Josh frowned and Zack said, “But, I know me and Thad will get together again real soon and it's going to be so good. I love him.”

Josh held the boy's head and smiled sadly at him. “I love you so much, Zacky, and I don't want you to be hurt.”

“I won't. Thad loves me. I know it.”

Josh sighed and pulled the boy too him. Zack lay his head on Josh's shoulder and the young man held him tightly.

“I love you so much, Zacky, and I worry about you. It would be so easy for you to become addicted to meth and I'm afraid Thad would just use you and then toss you away when you're all used up.”

“He'd never do that to me,” Zack replied as he reached back and rubbed his butt. Josh had grown erect as they sat together and his lust for the boy was growing, as well as his concern. He took a deep breath and whispered in Zack's ear, “I don't want us to get high on anything except each other. We could dance to the music and maybe have some hot sex and you wouldn't have to think about Thad. We can have some fun tonight. Would you like that, Zacky?”

“Yeah,” the boy replied softly as he pulled back. “I love you Josh. You're cool and fun and you're like my big brother, if I had one. You're like a big kid. You look like a big kid.”

Josh grinned and said, “That's why they call me a twink.”

Zack giggled and then added, “But, Thad... he's a man with those strong arms and that big dick and...”

“Let's not talk about Thad. I've known him since I was seven.”

Zack nodded and asked, “Can we at least do poppers?”

“Maybe. While you're getting fucked.”

“I love poppers,” Zack responded.

“I do, too,” Josh said. “They're great for when you're getting fucked. They help open your butt and relax the muscles, but you shouldn't be doing them.”

As Zack crawled back up on Josh's lap, he giggled and said, “I shouldn't be having sex with men for money, either, but I am.”

Josh rolled his eyes and replied, “Yeah, once you start down this path, sometimes, it's hard to know where to draw the line.”

“Then don't draw a line,” Zack replied with a grin. “Let's just have fun and feel good.”

Josh snorted and shook his head.

“Yeah, you're definitely going to grow into a party boy.”

“Cool! I just want to fuck and dance!”

He paused a moment and added, “And write books like you.”

“What do you want to write about?” Josh asked.

“Fucking and dancing!” Zack replied with a grin.

Josh kissed the boy and then said, “My books are about more than just fucking and dancing. They show the dark side of all that, too, and believe me, there is a dark side, Zacky.”

Zack said, “Well, I don't want to think about that tonight.”

Josh put his lips on Zack's and thrust his tongue into the boy's mouth as Zack got into the kiss. Their lips remained locked for several minutes as their tongues made love to each other. Zack moaned every once in a while and Josh groaned once as Zack thrust his hips—and his rigid little cock—against Josh's erection. When they broke the kiss, Josh shook his head and said, “Fuck, kid. I've never made out with anyone as good as you.”

“It's because I'm so young,” Zack breathed. “And, so cute and sexy. And because I love sex so much. I'm good. I know how to make a man go fucking crazy. I'm gonna make men pay so much for me that I'll be rich and get my own apartment at the top of this building! I'm the best.”

“Yes, you are,” Josh whispered in his ear as he began to rub Zack's nipples. “You're so fucking sexy.”

“Yeah,” Zack breathed. “Rub my titties. Rub them.”

Josh began to kiss him again, but this time Zack became more aggressive. He growled as he forced his tongue into Josh's mouth, taking charge of the kiss, rising up on his knees and looking down on Josh's face as he kissed the man brutally. Josh took back the initiative when he began pulling and twisting Zack's nipples and the boy broke the kiss, throwing his head back and crying out, “Yeauuuuh! Uuuuhhh! Oh, man. Fuuuuuck. I love that! Make it hurt! Make it hurt!”

Make it hurt? Where did that come from, Josh wondered through the fog of sex and drugs. Nevertheless, he did as Zack asked. He pulled harder and twisted with more pressure and Zack yelled, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

Josh released his right nipple and planted his mouth on it, sucking it hard and licking it wildly as he continued to pull and twist the other one. Zack was losing control of his reason, he was so into what Josh was doing to him. With his left hand free, Josh reached behind the boy and began to explore between his ass cheeks. Zack was mindlessly babbling his lust and desire as Josh's fingers pushed in to the boy''s anus. He began rubbing them across the swollen tissue and Zack began writhing about.

“Fuck my ass! Fuck your fingers into my ass!” Zack cried.

Josh realized the boy wanted it rough. It wasn't just his nipples. Thad had gotten rough with him the previous night and it had made an imprint on the boy's mind. He now liked his sex rough. It repelled Josh, but at the same time, excited him. He pushed his first two fingers in without lube, getting them in as far as the first digit, and Zack deliriously cried out, writhing and twisting his hips around.

Hating himself, Josh released Zack's left nipple. Zack whined, but Josh went down on Zack's other nipple and began to brutally pull and twist his right nipple as he probed the boy's butt with his other two fingers. He shoved them in deeper as Zack writhed about, crying and cursing and begging for more.

Suddenly, Josh stood up, holding the wild boy and carrying him into the bedroom. He dropped Zack on the bed and looked down at him with crazed eyes. Josh had never felt such a need to take charge before. He had always been the bottom, begging Thad or any other man to fuck him, to take control, and, sometimes, to be rough. He had never felt the need to reverse roles before. Now, however, he more than needed to fuck the boy. It was necessary. It was an imperative. He couldn't live without fucking this boy, who was begging for it.

“Tie my hands to the bed!” Zack shrieked.

Josh looked at him wildly and grabbed a condom from the drawer, almost throwing caution to the wind, but maintaining enough control to apply the rubber to his iron-hard cock. He threw the boy on his stomach and spread his legs wide before diving down between his butt and licking the boy's ass as if he needed to do so to live. His tongue plunged into the anus, the sphincter twitching wildly on his tongue and Josh pushed as hard and as deep as he could. Zack lost all rational thought and writhed against the bed, crying insanely as Josh tongue-fucked his ass,

For several minutes, the young man savored the boy's butt before he sat up. Zack rolled over and begged, “Handcuffs! Thad fucked me with handcuffs!”

“I don't have any,” Josh replied as the boy looked at him as if he were insane. “Grab the headboard!”

Zack shoved himself up the bed and grabbed a couple of metal poles in the headboard as Josh lubed his cock and then squirted a healthy amount into Zack's anus. He then lifted Zack's ass and as he held his legs up, Zack cried, “Poppers!”

Josh shook his head and aimed his cock for the boy's twitching anus. He pushed in, stopping after an inch as the boy screamed in pain.

Josh wanted to shove it all the way. It was his instinct, knowing that was what the boy wanted, demanded, needed. But, he couldn't. He couldn't just rape the poor kid, no matter what Zack thought he needed. He pushed back and forth, barely able to control himself until he could finally resist the need no further. He pushed all the way in one long shove and Zack's face froze in a rictus of terror and rapture.

“God, yes!” Josh cried. He pulled out and then shoved back in with one long push.

Zack couldn't cry out or even breath for several seconds before he began to gasp and then moan and cry out. He was in Heaven. Josh fucked him hard as he held the boy's legs up and shoved his hips mercilessly forward. Zack was finally able to cry out rapturously with each thrust of the young man's cock and when Josh finally climaxed, he cried out, as well.

He fell atop the boy, leaving his cock inside Zack's butt as the boy begged him to keep fucking him.

“I can't,” Josh gasped, desperate for air and to rest a moment.

“Fuck me!” the boy begged.

Josh nodded and pulled out, causing the boy to scream, “NO!”

Josh reached over to the nightstand, withdrew another dildo, though this time one rather thicker than the one he had used the previous day, lubed it and then slowly pushed it in as Zack held his legs back. Josh didn't ram it in, but he didn't stop and take it easy, either. He pushed it in with one long, but slow shove until he was sure it was too dangerous to go further. Zack's eyes were wide open, as was his mouth, in a silent scream. Then Josh pulled it back until only the head was inside before pushing in again. He continued the long slow fuck of the boy's ass until Zack's wriggling and his whimpers told him the boy was about to climax.

He did. Zack's head jerked back and forth as he almost lost consciousness from lack of oxygen. The spasms were beyond anything except what he had experienced with Thad, and when it was over, he whimpered, “Leave it!”

He rolled to his side as Josh lay in front of him. Their eyes met and the boy simply gasped for breath.

“Don't take it out,” the boy whimpered. “Move it around. Make it do me again.”

Josh was stunned and horrified. He had never been this rough with anyone. Only occasionally had he been a top and only when the client insisted, but this was way beyond anything he had ever done before and way beyond anything he would ordinarily have done to Zack.

“Keep fucking me,” Zack whimpered. “Do it!”

“Baby,” Josh whispered as he caressed Zack's face.

“Do it!” the boy cried. “Fuck me!”

Josh was horrified, but his erection was returning.

He was going to Hell. He knew it. He pushed the dido back in.

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